Chapter four hundred and ninety-eight: sky blue is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you
Fang Jing was the last one to sing. After coming out, everyone received a card on which they had to write the names of the contestants from the upper, middle and lower districts.
The upper zone has the greatest advantage. The middle zone challenges the upper zone. If the upper zone loses and falls to the middle zone, it will not be eliminated. The lower zone will be miserable. Once the challenge is unsuccessful, it will enter the elimination zone.
In the same way, the middle zone also has advantages. Regardless of whether you are challenging or being challenged, if you lose, you will fall to the lower zone and will not directly enter the elimination zone.
In short, no one wants to enter the lower area.
"Contestants please start voting!"
The emotionless robot voice urged, and several people lowered their heads with markers and began to fill in the cards.
Wang Yuan raised his head and glanced at Fang Jing and the others. He thought about putting himself in the middle area and Chen Yihan and Zeng Yike in the lower area.
He wanted to sing a few more rounds, and didn't want to enter the dangerous lower zone early. He wanted to go to the upper zone, but he didn't have any face. Wang Sulong and the others were obviously better at singing than him.
After a few minutes, the card was written and put into the black box. After a while, the robot announced the ranking.
"Shangqu, Liang Bo, Wang Sulong, Zeng Yike."
"Zhongqu, Wang Yuan, Yu Wenwen, hot dog."
"Xiaqu, Fang Jing, Chen Yihan."
When they heard the rankings, everyone's eyes almost popped out of their heads. Fang Jing was actually in the lower district. Did everyone vote like this?
Yu Wenwen looked at Wang Yuan awkwardly, "Who did you vote for?"
"I didn't vote for Brother Fang Jing, did you vote?"
"Ahem!" Yu Wenwen coughed lightly and turned to look at Chen Yihan. She also nodded slightly.
In the lower area of Fang Jing, not as good as Wang Yuan and Chen Yihan, the atmosphere was a little quiet for a while, and everyone was a little embarrassed to look at Fang Jing.
"It's okay. This shows that the show is fair." Fang Jing didn't care at all and said with a smile, "You guys in front of me should be careful, don't let me pass you."
Afraid of being resented by this big boss, Chen Yihan felt that he still needed to explain, "Teacher Fang, I voted you down because I don't understand some of your words."
"I'm the same way, I have no idea what you mean when you sing." Compared to Chen Yihan, Liang Bo is much more anal and doesn't give any face, "Wang Yuan's random thoughts can still tell what he wants to express, but you don't even have this theme.
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"I agree, I can't hear your thoughts." Hot Dog didn't take off his sunglasses, and the big chain around his neck dazzled, and said calmly: "Maybe it will be better after you haven't finished singing, but for now it's just average."
There was a lot of excitement at the scene. The two bosses said that Fang Jing was not good enough. Chen Yihan, Wang Yuan and Yu Wenwen were the three juniors who did not dare to speak.
"Actually, it's not that bad. It still feels like there's something good about it." Wang Sulong said solemnly: "I just recalled the lyrics. It's full of classical charm and the melody is good."
"My point of view is similar to what Brother Gou said. The chorus has not arrived and there are no subtitles. It sounds a bit laborious for us. We can only give this evaluation in a short time."
As soon as the words changed, Wang Sulong continued: "But I voted for the upper district. It has nothing to do with the songs. It is mainly based on intuition. My intuition tells me that Fang Jing will not produce bad songs."
Liang Bo smiled, "You can't do this. What the director said is to look at the songs and not the people. If we compete for popularity without having to compete, we will lose."
"There are still more than a hundred public judges. These people are not fans of anyone. If they can't do it, they won't be able to pass that level."
Hot Dog shook his head, "I've already voted. It's useless to talk about it now. We'll see the real story on the stage later. I hope your intuition is right."
It’s true that Fang Jing has a high reputation, but who stipulates that famous singers can’t produce bad songs? Even the kings and queens have a lot of bad songs.
If it works, it works. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. This is the temper of Liang Bo and Hot Dog. If you need to quarrel, you can quarrel. It doesn't matter who you are. Anyway, we will never meet each other in the future. We have one thing to say. After passing this village, there is still no such shop.
The partition is completed and everyone enters their own area.
There is a leisure room in the upper area with a bar, sofas, and massage chairs. There is a couch in the middle area, and there is only a small plastic stool in the lower area.
A display screen is hung on the wall of each room, and you can see what is happening on the stage.
"Everyone, the challenge begins. The lower area challenges the middle area, and the middle area challenges the upper area. You can choose the challenge object. The lower area has a beautiful scenery. Please announce your challenge object.
"Hot dog!" Without any nonsense, Fang Jing directly ordered the strongest one in the middle area.
Hot Dog is known as Brother Gou in Jianghu, Wanwan saves people, and is quite well-known in the rap industry. If he thinks Fang Jing is not good, then Fang Jing will choose him.
Just try it and you will know if it works.
A robotic voice sounded from the room's horn, "Fang Jing, do you have anything to say before the challenge?"
"Specialized in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!"
After saying that, Fang Jing opened the door and walked towards the stage.
In the central area, Wang Yuan and others clucked their tongues. He was worthy of Fang Shen. He had a really strong temper. Fortunately, they did not challenge him.
On the bright stage, the door opened and Fang Jing walked out. The audience cheered. They all saw what happened backstage just now on the screen, and they were no longer angry for him.
"Fang Jing is awesome, fuck him!"
"Come on! Love you!"
"Come on, come on."
In the Central District, Hot Dog was confused. This is what the director said was fair and square. Who doesn’t have any fans?
After bowing, Fang Jing said: "Thank you everyone for liking it. This program is absolutely fair. I hope you can also be fair and treat everyone equally."
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After the scene was prepared, the prelude started, and the sound of many beautiful musical instruments came to my ears, including African pointed drum, drum set, fiddle, guzheng, harp, flute...
Within ten seconds, a Jiangnan water town composed of seven or eight musical instruments came into mind, and a strong ancient atmosphere hit my face.
On the screen, the words "Blue and White Porcelain" appeared in ink and regular script.
"This prelude is so beautiful. I feel like Fang Jing won in just these ten seconds. He is worthy of being my idol."
"To be honest, I really don't appreciate rap. Fang Jing's songs have artistic conception. After a while, no matter what kind of song he sings, I will vote for him."
If Hot Dog knew what the audience was thinking, he would vomit blood in his heart. Why would he make a conclusion before even singing? It would be embarrassing?
"It's a good beginning, but it won't be good in the end." Hot Dog popularized it to several of Wang Yuan's juniors in a serious manner.
"The embryo outlines the blue and white
"The pen becomes thicker and lighter
“The bottle depicts peonies
"Just like your first makeup
"The scent of sandalwood comes through the window"
"I understand what's on my mind"
Is this the song that was sung before? As soon as Fang Jing opened his mouth, the audience was stunned, and the seven contestants were stunned. The words were still the same, but why was the difference in effect so big?
The lyrics and music are like a misty and rainy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, like a mountain spring and stream flowing quietly on the rocks in the breeze. It is clear and translucent, yet winding and full of endless meanings. It is simple and elegant, fresh and smooth.
"The sky is blue and waiting for misty rain"
"And I'm waiting for you"
"Smoke is rising from the kitchen"
"Thousands of miles across the river"
"Write Han Li at the bottom of the bottle"
"Imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty"
"Just think of me as foreshadowing my meeting with you."
The sky is blue waiting for misty rain, and I'm waiting for you. Wang Sulong's mind is full of this lyrics. Who can write such beautiful lyrics?
Wang Sulong has heard a lot of Fang Jing's songs, which are generally divided into two categories, folk songs and ancient styles. This blue and white porcelain song is definitely the best among the best in terms of lyrics and music.
Now there may be another song added to the list of the top ten classic Chinese ancient songs.